It's Okay Rupert

NSFW 18+

This contains: Sans being a grump. Moaning/Whining. Begging. Oral. Ecto-pussy. Gagging (Sans shoves his knuckles in his mouth for a bit)

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So I'm grinding through Animal Crossing: Pocket Camp because everyone now wants a Monarch Butterfly, After a good 3 minutes I finally catch one, I pull up my map and someone from camp wants it. I'm like, "Who the fuck wants a Monarch?!" Turns out it was Apollo. I ignore everyone else and immediately give the butterfly to him. He said something like, "Wow, you're so generous!" And I said, "Apollo, I will give you everything you want, I will give my life for you." That's how much I love him!

i ALWAYS rush to do Apollo’s requests (and same one of ther campers asked for an olive flounder and i was so baffled by it) JOIN IN THE APOLLO LOVE

Good thing he’s a doctor.

Growing up with Pets

“You remind me so much of her”

Swapfell Brothers x Reader (That Bitch) Chapter 1

*Warning: Contains polyamorous relations, swearing, hurt and comfort* Slim and Sans were relaxing at home from a successful day at work. They live on the surface in a house with you, you are married to the both of them. You were the last one to come home from work, both of them would be waiting for you, but they were waiting in great anticipation. Today marked one-year of the day the skeleton brothers married the woman of their dreams, You. The two brothers were planning on taking you out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate tonight, and although it was Thursday, all three of you agreed to call in sick on Friday, as the boys were planning to spoil you rotten in bed all night and into the next morning. The front door swung open, you step in. They both at first looked at you with smiles but quickly lost them when they saw the hard look on your face. You ignored them completely and stormed your way to the basement door, swung it open and slammed it behind you. Both were left momentarily stunned at this before they heard a muffled scream of pure lividity from behind the basement door, flashes of light the same color as your soul shone through the cracks of the door. Both skeletons shot each other a glance of great concern, as they have never heard such screams from you before. Sans was first to hurry to the door with Slim at his heels. He opened it to hear your rage at full force, it made him and Slim flinch. He rushed down the stairs, it was completely dark aside from the light from your soul, it glowed harshly, a mix of your soul’s natural color and a dark gray. “THAT BITCH, WHO THE FUCKING HELL DOES SHE THINK SHE IS!!?? THAT GODDAMN FORSAKEN WITCH!!!” Your shrieks echoed off the concrete walls and floors, causing the brother's nonexistent ears to ring. The sheer power coming from your soul, caused the boy's souls to fly out instinctively for a fight. They didn’t know what to do, they never saw you like this before…you looked, inconsolable. A giant *CRACK* sound caught Sans attention. He saw a large, jagged rift appear on the left concrete wall! The force from your soul caused it, Sans knew you needed to stop! Without hesitation, he threw out his hand and cased your soul within blue magic. You continued to scream and wail as your greatly distressed soul tried to break free from Sans as he carefully lowered your soul to the floor, causing you to sit down on the floor against your will. “I HATE HER! I HATE HER! I! HATE! HER! WHY IS SHE DOING THIS TO ME?! WHAT IS HER GODDAMN FUCKING PROBLEM?!” You cried. You pulled your knees close to your chest and wrapped your arms around yourself, before letting out sobs filled with defeat and exhaustion. Your soul no longer fought against Sans, both skeletons took this as a sign that you were ready and willing to be comforted. Slim approached you from behind, slowly, as if you were a terrified creature that would lash out if approached incorrectly. “Milady?” He called out. You continued to cry. Slim came close enough to sit behind you, he sat in a way that you were between his legs. He gently curled his arms around you and brushed your legs with his hands; this was the right thing to do as you relaxed your legs, letting Slim curl his arms around your body and allowing you to lean back against him. As you both sat, Slim held you tightly and carefully rocked you. Sans sat in front of you. You were shaking, crying, and breathing heavily. Sans held your soul and examined it. It throbbed, it’s natural color now dulled and darker, with black splotches scattered on it like a rotten apple; the splotches pulsed as if attempting to incase the soul completely in darkness. “I-I’m-*sob* sorry.” You whimpered, keeping your head down feeling ashamed of the scene you caused. Sans spoke in a delicate tone. “Shhh, just relax.” Sans caressed your soul tenderly and pressed a kiss into it, a spark of light lit within the soul for a second, before being struck down by the darkness, causing you to visibly wince. Sans knew they had to act fast. “Papyrus,” Slim looked at Sans, ready for whatever Sans tells him to do. “Bring her upstairs, and sit on the couch with her while doing your best to comfort her. I’m going to prepare a bath.” You laid back, and let out a shaky sigh as the warmth from the water seeped into your muscles. The bathroom was lit with candles, dim enough to be relaxing but not to strain anybody’s eyes. A copious amount of bubbles covered your body like a blanket, the bubbles were your favorite scent, encouraging you to take deep breaths. You held a mug in your hands, filled with a relaxing tea mixed with honey. Slim sat in a chair, supported your neck and head as he pours water over your hair; Sans sat next to Slim, on the tub’s edge, while still holding your soul. “Will you tell us what happened now?” Sans asked as he stroked your soul with his thumb. “It was her again…” Your voice was hoarse and cracked from screaming. You lifted the honey tea to your lips and sipped it. Both boys knew who “her” was. She is your boss and is also your worst enemy. She felt threatened by you, her employees respected you more than they respected her, you had ideas that would make the company a greater success than it was now! She made it her mission to get rid of you, pushing your boundaries and crossing the line every day, trying to get you to fight back because the moment you do…she would fire you. “I wore the choker you both gave me for our one-year wedding anniversary today.” You explained. Both boys recalled this, as they remember giving the little box to you, and the way your eyes lit up when seeing it, and the beautiful smile on your face when Slim helped you put it around your neck this morning. However, when you undressed for the bath…there was no choker. “Where…is it?” Slim asked. Your face crumpled slightly. “She threw it away.” Sans nearly shot up in fury, and Slim’s face grew dark. “I went into her office to bring her my finished paperwork and her coffee this morning, she asked what was around my neck, and I told her it was my anniversary gift…” You paused, swallowing the lump in your throat before continuing. “She told me I was disgusting, that I was wearing a collar like a dog, saying that I was a freak for bringing my fetish play to work, then laughed saying, of course, I was a freak if I married a couple of monsters.” You began to shed tears as your husbands listened intently. “She then, g-grabbed my choker, and yanked it off my neck…and threw it in the trash.” You whimpered. Sans and Slim could feel their souls pound with rising rage. “She told me to get back to work, and said if I reached into the trash, she would fire me…” You began to cry openly. “At the end of the day, she came up to me and told me to drop off files in her office, I did…and I went to the trash can to get my choker…*sob* but it was empty!! She tossed her trash into the dumpster, and the garbage truck *sob* came by that afternoon!” You cried. Slim leaned in closer and hugged you, not caring his clothes got wet. Sans gave your soul more kisses as the darkness started expanding again, but just as it started, it shrunk back; Sans and Slim tended to keep it that way. You snuggled under the blankets, lying in the middle of the large bed you shared with your husbands. After the bath, Slim ordered some pizza for delivery; Though they had planned that morning to eat at a restaurant, after the day you had, everyone wanted to stay home. After having your fill, you decided to turn in, despite it still being early enough that there was still light outside. Sans planted a skelly-kiss on your lips. “Get some rest okay?” Sans stood up to leave but you grabbed his wrist. He looked back to you. “Sans…I’ve been thinking really hard, for months even, so please understand what I’m about to say is sincere.” Sans sat back down, looking into your eyes. “What is it?” Sans asked. You took a breath, “I want her dead.” Sans eyes widened… but then he grinned. “What would you like to do?” He asked in genuine interest. You were planning for months, so you knew exactly what you wanted to do. “I want you and Slim to capture her, tie her up in the basement, and we all can make her suffer.” Sans hummed in confirmation. “I see… I can help with that. For now, you need to sleep.” Sans stood back up.  “Okay…” You turned over. “I love you and Slim so much.” “I love you too.” “How is she?” Slim asked softly, waiting outside the room. Sans quietly closed the bedroom door and sighed heavily. “She fell asleep almost immediately, she’s completely drained.” Sans walked past his brother to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a small glass. He tossed some ice into the glass and poured the whiskey, taking few sips before trudging to the couch and sinking down. Slim sat down next to him; Pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before taking a long drag, and relaxing against the back cushions. The minutes ticked by. Eventually, Sans downed his second glass of whiskey and Slim was halfway through with his third cigarette. Sans was the one to break the silence. “Did you see the condition her soul was in?” Sans questioned quietly. “I did, M’lord.” Slim replied so softly, Sans almost missed it. Human souls are different from monster souls in a few ways. One way is the texture and appearance. Souls of human children would be completely clean from any damage. However, as they get older, their soul's appearances would alter depending on the events that happen to them as they go through life. Some souls have cracks, some have scars, some have black spots, or some have all three. Black spots were the indication of depression, if a human’s soul was to become completely coated in black…well…it may have already been too late to save them. Seeing the black splotches on your soul shook both skeletons to the core. Sans hunched forward and rubbed his face. “Those spots don’t appear overnight, who knows how long she’s had them…oh god... what if we weren’t home? You saw the rift on the wall!” Sans felt his anxiety rise, thinking about the ‘what if’s’. “M’lord,” Slim spoke up. Sans turned his eye sockets towards him. “Please don’t think of the ‘what if’s’, what’s happening right now is what matters. We need to find a way to help her.” Sans forced himself to relax and nodded. “You’re right. Speaking of helping…” Sans shot his brother a grin. “(Y/N) gave us permission.” Slims’ eyes widened as he extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray. “You mean...?” “She wants to kill her.” A look of gladness and sick humor etched across Slims’ face. “I trust whatever plan you come up with, M’lord.” 

Fallout 4 companions and baby Shaun

I tried to simulate something that I would go through when I have some. It was… kind of scary to say the least. But everything else is cute. And everyone was pressuring me to finish this even though I didn’t have the motivation for it. I don’t know if I should be thanking you guys or not. Oh well. ENJOY!

if this audio doesnt play on tumblr, im gonna cut a bitch

weak spot

HEADPHONES ARE RECOMMENDED! There is yelling so be warned.

Nothing NSFW unless skelekisses are. :p